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Vivienne Helena Fraser 31 years old | Dietitian | Haven Woods

[shelteredmallory-blog]

   Smiling kindly at the fact that this woman looked interested upon realizing the puppy was free to a good owner, Mallory cocked her head and nodded to confirm what she had said. In all honesty she was hoping that Dale would be taken soon, because while he was a happy pup he was an excitable one and when all he wanted was as much attention as Mallory could give there were other animals that needed the love too, and she was quite short on staff. And she seemed nice enough, and certainly more than loving towards the little animal.

     “Is that right?” she questioned, smiling even wider and assuming this was a sign. “Well, if it isn’t a now thing you know where to find a guy who would be happy to be taken home.”

[viviennefraser-blog]

Vivienne was at a crossroad about this dog. Should she adopt it? On one hand, it’s a good thing to do; the pup needs a home and she has plenty of time to take care of it. But on the other hand, maybe she’s not responsible enough to be responsible for a creature’s life. Still, it was so damn cute. “What’s the name of the shelter? Or you know what- the address might be better. Where is it?” She asked the brunette, genuinely considering adopting the little golden lab.

[dashwestwolford-blog]

“You won’t be the only who’s thinking that, surely.” Dash muttered, secretly amused at the dirty look he received from her, glad that their last encounter left such an impression. He held up the letter that he’d been carrying around with him that day. “Pretty interesting stuff, huh?” He asked, voice full of dark humour. He wasn’t exactly bothered about the going on’s in the town, finding it all more amusing than anything.

[viviennefraser-blog]

“The town is divided between those who are trying to ignore this commotion, the ones who are, quite frankly- enjoying the commotion, and the ones who are causing the commotion.” Vivienne rolled her eyes at the man, not finding the fun in people’s lives ruined. “No- no, I don’t want to know who’s taking drugs, who robbed a bank, who accidentally killed someone nor who had an abortion. I don’t care. All this ongoing paranoia makes me paranoid as well, and I don’t even have anything to be paranoid about.” She endlessly blubbered and finally finished her rant, shrugging her shoulders nervously.

[justadamlane-blog]

“And who says your life can’t be a good thriller just the same?” he pointed out, folding his arms across his chest as he spoke. At her own chuckle, he was compelled to crack a tight-lipped smile at her. “What’s bad about that? I’m just keen for something interesting to happen.”

[viviennefraser-blog]

“Me, I’ve no energy for those dramas at all.” Vivienne sighed deeply, resting her hands on her small waists. “I don’t know-” She continued as the man questioned her, and dropped her gaze down to the ground. “I like quietness. And peacefulness. That’s why I live here, and not in NYC, or something.”

[justadamlane-blog]

“Am I the only one just a little bit excited by all this? Call me unsympathetic, but I’m interested. It’s like a good thriller, don’t you think?”

[viviennefraser-blog]

“I would be more excited if this was in fact a good thriller, as in a film, rather than my own life.” Vivienne remarked dryly, but cracking a chuckle. “That’s not nice of you, bad man.”

[cadencemc]

“I’m doing pretty well, Vivienne. How are you doing? Have you been up to anything exciting at all?” Cadence questioned, her head tilting to the side slightly. Cadence spent a lot of time with patients, so there wasn’t much to tell when it came to her.

[viviennefraser-blog]

“Same as usual, which also replies your other question; as usual, nothing exciting is happening in my life at all.” Vivienne stated laughingly; perhaps she spent most of her time binge watching Desperate Housewives, but at least she came around laughing about it. “That’s why the prank really came out of the blue for me. I think that’s pretty much the most exciting thing that’s happened in my life since I was twenty or something.”

[notmargesimpson-blog]

“Vivienne, you are such a darling! If you’ve got other things to attend to, I totally understand if you can only come for an hour or two. But all help is appreciated,” Marge exclaimed happily. “Is there anything in specific that you would like to do? I know we still need some people to help put on a new coat of paint to the window frames and such. I could use some help with catering around lunchtime–” 

[viviennefraser-blog]

“Oh, it’s nothing.” Vivienne said honestly, as she really had nothing to do in her free time, so she might as well justify her existence on Earth and do something helpful. “Well, I’d love to assist with the catering.” She suggested after listening to Marge’s many offers. As a dietitian and a healthy person in general, the brunette was a whiz with food and enjoyed cooking as well. Her artistic senses however, were quite awful, so preparing lunch appealed to her much more than painting window frames.

[awickedprofessor-blog]

I am unfazed, Miss Fraser, that much I can assure you. I told the police that I have nothing to offer them, and they seem to have backed off. However– between the two of us, of course –Officer Sullivan is a very pushy sort sometimes.

[viviennefraser-blog]

Great, don’t let them get to you. This whole commotion is out of hand. Oh- um, really? I haven’t had any interaction with the police yet, and I hope I won’t have to. I’m trying to stay out of it as much as possible.

[detectivekhadem-blog]

It doesn’t take a police officer to know that the files spread around about Mister Allen were illegally obtained. This goes beyond a prank, and does require our investigation.

[viviennefraser-blog]

Well, good luck to you. This whole thing is really out of control. I trust you guys will catch the prankster as soon as possible, yes?

[finfixitfinley-blog]

S’sort of a big issue right now. that’s all.

– ( Finley just barely blanched, before deciding to add on a little throwaway comment. )

You hafta admit, this sorta thing doesn’ happen often. S’gonna be hard for people t’forget.

[viviennefraser-blog]

“I know, that’s why everyone are talking about it, and why I can’t bear hearing anymore of it.” Vivienne shook her head. “I didn’t pay it much thought until now, I thought this was just a silly prank, but the whole thing with Simon Allen.... I don’t know, it made me paranoid.” She confessed, wiping a dash of makeup near her right eye.

[misterchasemccabe]

“I’m not sure I’ve ever seen quite so creative a prank,” He mused, chuckling under his breath. “And I teach high school students— pranking might as well be their part time job.” He shook his head in amusement at the thought and hummed briefly, “I suppose you’ve got a point, though. This’ll all blow over in a week’s time and everyone’ll be that much happier for it. I take it you’re not such a fan of all the ruckus?” Chase himself didn’t feel personally effected by things, considering he knew the subjects of the rumors only vaguely and even then they weren’t exactly painfully familiar to him.

[viviennefraser-blog]

“I might be able to come up with a more creative prank from my high school years. People were so mean.” Vivienne giggled quietly, tucking her hands in her pockets. “I guess they still are.” She shrugged her shoulders, moving her gaze up. “Really? Amazing. Being a teacher must be such a rewarding job.” She nodded; the brunette had a lot of appreciation for teachers, and might have been one herself if she didn’t dislike spending time with children and teens as much as she did. “No, not really.” She admitted laughingly. “I, like most people, enjoy quiet and peaceful living.”

[shelteredmallory-blog]

     Releasing a sigh, happy to know that Dale had run into a friendly face and relaxing, Mallory walked herself over to the woman and smiled, taking the leash so that he wouldn’t go anywhere but still giving him the freedom to hop around his new friend. She did, however, shake her head, clearing her throat when she realized the other wasn’t looking at her and she said, “No, no, he’s not mine. Well – … No, he’s sort of mine? I own the shelter down the road so I own that which technically makes me own the things in it but these guys run the place so I think they own me more than I own them. And even then it’s just a temporary thing ‘cause these guys are looking for a home.”

     “Sorry that was – Um … He likes you!”

[viviennefraser-blog]

Vivienne listened as the brunette explained her relations with the puppy in much detail. “For real, this little guy’s looking for a home?” She wondered, dropping her gaze down at the yellow, excitable dog. Her mind kept telling her this was a sign and she should adopt the lab, but she still had to think this more thoroughly; owning a pet is a big responsibility, and she needs to make sure she can take the toll of caring for an animal. However, the idea of having a dog as appealed to her for a while, and it’s not like she has a lot going on in her personal life at the moment. Or, ever. 

“I guess!” She laughed timidly. “I was actually thinking of getting a dog for quite some time.”

[einsteinallen]

His brow furrowed before he could react fully to what the woman who’d been staring at him had said and his eyes drifted down to the paper stuck to his shoe. It certainly wasn’t toilet paper. He reached down to retrieve it and found another one of the god damn envelopes that seemed to have inundated every corner of Wolford and tossed it onto the table in front of him with an agitated grunt. “It’s not toilet paper,” He mumbled shortly, frowning. “You and me both, frankly. You haven’t heard? I’m a degenerate.” He drawled, slouching further in his seat as his frown deepened. “You’re not much for Wolford’s newest gossip mongers then, I take it?”

[viviennefraser-blog]

As soon as she realized the paper glued to the young man’s shoe wasn’t a toilet paper, but the same letter she and many others received this morning, Vivienne scrunched up her face. “Oh, not that again.” She shuddered, considering she wanted a distraction and got the exact opposite. “Um, what? Oh- it’s you? Simon Allen?” She asked the boy with suspicion. “They should really stop making up lies and spreading them all over town, it’s not funny.” Her expression hardened as she shook her head and sighed. “No, It’s really none of my business what people do on their free time, and vice versa. This whole thing is beyond ridiculous.” 

[einsteinallen]

   Simon sighed sharply. There was a tension in his shoulders that seemed determined to hang around, and even the slightest movements made him feel as though someone had attached rubber bands to his limbs with the sole purpose of divining how long it would take them to snap. If people continued to stare at him as though he were some brightly colored exotic bird, or freak-show circus act, well, he imagined the snapping would come quite soon. “Can I help you?” He rumbled gruffly, carding a hand through his already too mussed hair, “If you’d like to comment on the turn of events, I’m all ears.”

[viviennefraser-blog]

After the crazy morning she just had, Vivienne figured the best way to get her mind off thing would be drinking some warm coffee. Heading over the nearest coffee house, the woman sat alone and observed the people at the building. Oddly enough, she wasn’t the only one doing so; everyone’s eyes seemed to be leering at one particular boy. Well, no wonder- he had toilet paper sticking out of his shoe. She didn’t notice she was glaring a little too long before he lashed out on her with deep annoyance. “Um, no, but maybe I can help you- you have uhm, toilet paper, on your..” She raised a brow, dropping her look and indicating the guy’s left shoe. “And please don’t, I’ve had enough of this nonsense for one day.”

[thesnakewithnovenom-blog]

Excuse me, sorry to bother you– Alice Windsor, Wolford Journal. Do you have a moment to comment on the recent goings-on in town? Did you see anything that night? Did you see or hear anything this morning? Have you heard of anything like this happening before? Do you know of anyone who might have done this?

[viviennefraser-blog]

Oh- Vivienne Fraser, nice meeting you. And sure. [She smiled at the other woman.] Um- no to all of these, I’m sorry. Though this morning I did receive a strange letter... Something about someone hacking into a bank and stealing money, with documents to prove it. This whole thing is getting real’ scary.

[shelteredmallory-blog]

     Things had been quiet, and whether or not that was unusual Mallory wasn’t very sure because of the fact that “quiet” was quite common for her, but ever since the kerfuffle that had happened a few days earlier it was also rather weird. Weird, of course, was a strange feeling on its own, and quite frankly Mallory wasn’t a fan.

     With a handful of leashes and a number of puppies who were happy to be breathing fresh air, Mallory at least got a few “hello”s and “how are you”s as she went for the daily stroll but people today were just not having it. There were glances, yes, and little smiles as greetings, but other than that there wasn’t much for conversation. Everyone had their days, of course, so perhaps this was just something overa –

     “Oh!” Stopping, Mallory attempted to catch the leash that was suddenly out of her hands and watched as the golden lab took off, yipping happily and weaving through the crowds. “No! No, Dale stop! Come back he – Dale!”

[viviennefraser-blog]

Everything was seemingly normal, but not quite. On the surface, there was nothing unusual; same familiar faces, same rusty places, same old everything. But somehow, it was bleak. People were gloomy and disinterested, and even though they tried to act politely to one another, you could see the distrust through their glares. The last few incidents left the town scarred, and since no one knew who’s the prankster, no one could be trusted.

In order to avoid said meetings and distract herself from current events, Vivienne decided to go on a jog. A thing of routine, considering how pedantic she was about working out. Though this was more than just a workout- she desperately needed to clean her mind. Thankfully, it worked better than expected; her thoughts wandered off so far away, she couldn’t notice the lab running towards her enthusiastically. 

“Oh-” She stopped, leaning down to pet the golden, happy, adorable dog. Vivienne was an avid animal lover, and often pushed herself to adopt a pet without ever doing so. It wasn’t too long until a young woman came running after it. “Is it yours?” She asked, moving her gaze up at the girl.

[dashwestwolford-blog]

Dashiell wasn’t even speaking. He was sat on his usual bench, enjoying a cigarette, and hadn’t even noticed she was there until her outburst. “Oh…you again.” He said, disinterestedly, not fulfilling her wish of nicer news, not really having any nice to tell. Or anything deemed her business.

[viviennefraser-blog]

Vivienne gave the man a black look and grumbled. “Didn’t you say something? I think I’m going mad.” She shook her head; this morning she (like everyone else in town) received a letter which revealed another “secret”, which looked quite real this time, considering it came with financial reports to prove it. This whole thing was getting out of hand and she was starting to get a little paranoid, despite she didn’t have anything big to hide.

[dashwestwolford-blog]

“You hate your kids?” Dash asked her, brow raised. He wasn’t teasing – Dashiell West was not one to tease – he just really liked to wind people up. Even those who already seemed a bit wound. Once again, he shrugged. “They don’t need to be true. They just need to stir shit up.”

[viviennefraser-blog]

“Oh no, I don’t have kids. And I kinda hate all kids in general.” Vivienne explained without any hint of bitterness; despite reaching the age of 30, the brunette never found herself longing for a child of her own. For her, taking care of her clients was enough. “Point is, most people won’t have such an intriguing secret to interest the whole town. And we have a few thousands of people around here, I’d say spying after them all is quite the work.” She reasoned calmly, but to the man’s latest remark she had to agree. “Yeah, that’s the problem. People fall for empty lies so easily. A person’s reputation can be destroyed by a silly rumor.”